The world and its laws

      Sunny days are difficult to explain by the purity of discreet colors and the extraordinary transparency of the air. The lighting is clear, as if coming into a world that had never previously known the sun, purity and tranquility. The air is so pure that it catches your gaze and lengthens it, not wanting to let go even for a moment.       It was an ordinary day, even if there was never peace in the heavenly palaces. The wind fluttered hair, and the light of the sun made eyes, unaccustomed to the poor lighting under a pile of papers, squint harder. The walking step of the gods sometimes broke into a run, as soon as they saw one of the fears of the capital, and as soon as they were close, they practically fainted. –Faster!.. Xianle's killer is here!..       Their trace immediately disappeared as soon as he passed by, and if he cast a fleeting glance at them, it was believed that they had somehow annoyed him and that punishment would soon await them. –A cruel god has come, beware!..       Quiet screams accompanied his every step across the capital, firm and confident, unshakable and precise. The eyes, which took great courage to look into, played with the winter cold, and sometimes with contempt for everything around. It seemed that just by looking into them one could die. –Is the Lord in place? - honed over centuries, the same icy voice as the entire appearance of the celestial, uttered a calm question, but one that did not tolerate a long answer. –Y-yes, sir.. I have something to do, excuse me!.. – the girl immediately ran away from him, and the god of war continued walking, stopping only in front of the high throne of the ruler of the capital. The celestials around fell silent, and Jun Wu smiled at the newcomer. Silence and tension hung in the air. The only ones who were now calmly looking at all this, and at each other, were two celestial beings: Mu Qing and Jun Wu. –General Xuanjen, did something happen? A tall man with long, dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail and cold, expressive black eyes bowed slightly in greeting. He didn’t answer right away, as if he was waiting for something, but then said with an irritated sigh: –Lord, – he raised his head – I carried out your order and gave a report to Ling Wen. Is there anything else I need to do?       There was complete silence: the gods, always talking about something, fell silent as soon as they heard Jun Wu’s address to the celestial, and looked at him intently. Only at him. Only at the “merciless god”, awaiting further actions. Someone dropped something and it was loud enough, but no one paid attention to it, only the celestial being who dropped the scroll quickly picked it up and ran out of the hall. -No, you can go.       Mu Qing bowed again and without saying another word, he turned around and left. Only after leaving there, quiet whispers and shuddering voices returned, someone even fainted, unable to bear the fear that gripped their body. His usual rhythm of step was confident and fast. Nobody could stop him. Nobody dared. An atmosphere of irritation and contempt constantly flew around him, so that it was very difficult to even look up without baseless shame.       There were rumors that it had been like this from the very beginning, but no one was in a hurry to ask the reason from God. The picture of the cold-blooded murder of Crown Prince Xianle was still connected in his memory, like a bloody sword, with absolute calm on the face of General Xuajen, quickly entered straight into his heart at that last moment. This picture was at once the most terrible and the most beautiful, so even the followers of the god of war of the southwest dubbed him as "The Great Cruel One", sometimes depicting him with a bloody sword and heart in his hands. Another god of war, General Nanyang, was also rumored to be nearby at that moment; he tried to stop Xuajen, but in vain.       More than 800 years have passed since then, but the fear at the sight of a being remains the same, fearing to repeat the fate of the crown prince and die mercilessly, long and painfully. Because of their master, the servants and workers of General Xuajen's palace bore a heavy burden of loneliness, reflecting them as the "calm demons of the Great Cruel One." They were shunned and feared like fire, as unreasonable demons, worthy only of contempt and fear. Someone dared to directly appeal to God, begging on their knees to let them go. He did not keep them, but as if by a curse or, as rumors say, because of the anger of their former owner, they died less than a week after their dismissal.       Every time his cold look, after the next news about the death of his former worker, scared the hell out of them, and some really equated him to an unsurpassed demon, so skillfully hiding his essence that even the ruler could not reveal it or resist him. But nevertheless, Mu Qing actually rarely did or spoke anything openly against the gods. Sometimes, very rarely, one could see how he answered General Nanyang with sarcasm, but quickly stopped it, as if remembering something, again becoming a cold statue.       General Xuanjen rarely leaves the capital, sometimes living in it for several decades, and then descends to the people, making difficult requests for his followers, and returns to heaven again. - Sir, welcome back. - A tall young man with hair that was quite light for the people and gods in the area stood in front of Mu Qing. He is probably the only one of his servants and workers who can speak coherently in the presence of General Xuanjen, although he never looks up at him. — General Nanyang came to you, he... –To hell with it, I'm busy. —He also asked me to tell you if you answer like this: “I’m already visiting you.” -Cha, then just drive him away. — Mu Qing turned around, entering the his palace and going into the distance. Entering the office and closing the door, he looked around, immediately colliding with the gaze of amber eyes. –Mu Qing, you should water the flowers at least sometimes. — a calm and even voice with a hint of fun broke the silence. – If you are so busy, then I can sometimes come to you and water them. –I can cope without you. — Xuajen waved irritably, immediately pulling himself away. Why can't he control his sarcasm around this god? - General Nanyang, why did you come here? –To check on you. You didn’t come to me, I started to worry about the princess. At the last words, Mu Qing frowned. Here he go again! From the very beginning, as long as they have known each other, he is always looking for something to push! Even if he doesn’t remember everything that happened with them after the “last day of youth,” they are definitely not that close. —General Nanyang, I don’t remember agreeing to come to you next time. –Yes, you said nothing. - Feng Xin confirmed as a matter of course and chuckled lightly. —Are you satisfied with the visit? Now you can get out of here. –I haven’t seen enough of you yet. –Congratulations, but I can’t help you. – he walked up irritably and put his hands on the table, hovering over Feng Xin who was sitting – I’m full of work, General Nanyang, get out of my seat, or better yet, out of my palace, and mind your own business. –And again you drive me away.. – the god of war on the contrary smiled lightly, slightly closing his eyes. – Ok, I will go. Don't overwork yourself. And the flowers have to water. — he stood up, looked at Mu Qing for the last time, a look understandable only to him, and left, closing the door behind him. The God of War exhaled as soon as he left. He walked around the table and sat down on a chair, throwing his head back. Annoys. It’s good that damn Feng Xin didn’t start his talk about their connection again. One feels that Mu Qing would not have been able to answer him for a long time, he would have simply gone ahead and hit him.       He frowned at the memories of his “last day of youth” that came rushing back. The last day of his youth is the last day that he remembers about his past. It is his only hint that he even lived. This day, then absolutely nothing, and after his ascension and life as a god. He doesn’t remember what he did and why they hate him. Emptiness. The unknown envelops him. No, it’s not scary, Mu Qing knows that he is alive and that he lived before this. He is sure that what he does not remember is not important. And he really doesn't care.       Sometimes, of course, he wonders: are the rumors about him true, an exaggeration or a lie? But he doesn’t know who to trust and ask this question. General Nanyang? No. This crazy person will turn everything upside down like Mu Qing’s next “bubble.” Apparently, they communicated closely, but given his character, Mu Qing doubts that he would even want to get to know him, but the “last day of youth” says otherwise. Canthis memory be trusted at all? Xuajen shook his head. What nonsense? This Nanyang made him deep in thought again! Fuck him!       Right arrow - left arrow. Tick-tock, tock-tick. No, he hardly looks like a tactician. Flood from below - flood from above.. No! Flooding only happens from below, from above it is already rain. Chair down - chair up... that's enough! Xuanjen sighed. He came to the meeting, as always, early, and other gods gradually approached, sitting at a distance from him - not surprising at all - and looked anywhere, but not at him - as usual.       Time passed inexorably. Why does he even go to meetings if he still doesn’t do or say anything? But a principle is a principle. He just sits, closes his eyes, listening out of the corner of his ear to what they say, and sometimes falls asleep. At such moments, surprisingly, they pay little attention to him, as if they forget about his existence. Maybe the Celestials are already accustomed to his silent company, or maybe something else, but they never address him directly, and then it depends on him: to say something or not, because no one will insist. –Mu Qing, you have come. — Nanyang sat down next to him, grinning. Xuanjen opened his eyes without much interest and looked at him. –As always. – he responded in an even tone, causing a couple of celestials opposite to tremble. –Well, yes.. what am I talking about... – after these words, the god of war fell silent, and Mu Qing, considering this the end of the conversation, closed his eyes again. The mood was “to hell”: if he said anything further, he would simply smash something out of anger. Maybe to prevent this from happening, just to sleep? Great idea!